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Meet Joe Black (Explicit) - Nas
Composed by：Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr
Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game
When the QB chain birth moved the chains in the game
No post office was stampin' time
Took out a slice out of the Big Apple made apple pies family sized
Leather bombers and Nike Sacais
Dangerous corners you better pray that tomorrow arrives
Rap Sugar Ray Robinson nothin' sweet
Y'all too out of shape to even box with me
Heavyweight I know my way around the ring
Just like shawty know her way around the store
Makin' hits with Hit-Boy all he gotta do is hit record
Record breakin' news had to show up just to fill a void
Confused spoiled lil' boys y'all better keep your poise
Leave me out of the weasel s**t
Be cool when you see me I'm hotter than all that rap diva s**t
The hood know you p***y so we don't buy or believe in it
Locked in on the instrumental I took back the key to this uh
Run me the keys run me the Bs run me that float back
Your top three I'm not number one how could you post that
I wear the crown the city is mine you cannot hold that
I'm not the one to go at you f**k around meet Joe Black
Run me the keys run me the Bs run me that flow back
What I'm sayin'
Your top three I'm not number one how could you post that
Uh
I wear the crown the city is mine you cannot hold that
Yeah
I'm not the one to go at you f**k around meet Joe Black
What I'm sayin' people sayin' what's already been said
Predictions I don't listen it's already in my head no funny s**t
Your most hungry place I was past that at twenty-eight
Underground tapes that's my ASCAP and publishing stakes
As we slide in the G-ride
I been gettin' criticized it's keepin' me energized
Create with a business mind I'm from where killers reside
A wild hood only knew goons since my childhood
N***as say anything in they raps 'cause it sound good
Don't even mean what they say horrible outlooks
Y'all ain't really 'bout this house nigs
Y'all was in the house with it
We don't respect fake jewellery and silly outfits
Window down blowin' out kush
Grey tints New York's J Prince on Houston Street
I caught the bounce before my n***a even bounced the beat
I took the hard way in this s**t man it's the route for me uh
Run me the keys run me the Bs run me that flow back
Your top three I'm not number one how could you post that
I wear the crown the city is mine you cannot hold that
I'm not the one to go at you f**k around meet Joe Black
Run me the keys run me the Bs run me that flow back
Your top three I'm not number one how could you post that
I wear the crown the city is mine you cannot hold that
I'm not the one to go at you f**k around meet Joe Black
Why would I ever have to cop a chain or game
When the QB chain birth moved the chains in the game
Why would I
For real talk the n***a who killed hip-hop for real is Nas dog
That n***a killed hip-hop hip-hop is dead
That n***a went and told everybody about it
He came out publicly and said"Hip-hop is dead"
